Religion Month of Sundays: Where’s Antioch Bible Church?
posted by June 14 at 14:28 PMon
Last night at the Deluxe someone asked me why we didn’t send a writer to Antioch Bible Church for “Month of Sundays.” Antioch is the home of the gay-bashing, boycott-botching Rev. Ken “Special Envoy” Hutcherson—how could we neglect Antioch?
“We didn’t,” I said. “Of course we sent someone to Antioch!”
I ran to the door, grabbed a copy of the paper, and opened it up in a panic. And… Antioch isn’t in there. Which fucking sucks—not only because it belonged in the package, but because writer David Nixon dragged his ass out to Antioch on Sunday morning, sat through a service, and turned in an absolutely hilarious review of the service.
I’m not sure how it got omitted from the package—editing error, I expect, or maybe it was Ken’s Prayer Warriors?—but we’re going to add it to the package online.
My apologies, David, and here’s the piece for Slog readers…
Antioch Bible Church
Lake Washington High School Gymnasium
12033 NE 80th Street
Kirkland, WA 98033
Sunday services: 9 am, 11 am
I’M CIRCLING AROUND the gym, trying to find a cute girl I can sit next to. There are none. Seriously, NONE. This is absolutely not the place to pick up chicks. I also notice that I am the only one here with sideburns.
Don’t let the gymnasium fool you. They’re very high-tech here. There’s three giant screens, and video cameras, and wireless headset mics for the preacher dudes. There’s a Christian indie soft-rock band, and the lyrics are projected on two of the screens so we can sing along. I throw in some barbershop harmonies but no one seems to notice.
On the center screen there’s a slide show of the downtrodden. I’d guess there are around 800 people here. The audience has a much higher percentage of black people than you find on Capitol Hill, though still mostly white. There are a number of black man/white woman couples. Very few black women. One of the preacher dudes mentions his Norwegian wife and jokes that his children are “Blackwegian.” Everyone laughs. They’re very big on the multicultural thing here.
After the show, I chat with the main pastor, Ken Hutcherson. I confess to him that it’s practically my first time in a church. He announces it loudly and excitedly to the people around us. Then he puts a firm grip on my shoulder and steers me to a table where some women take my information so they can follow up with me later. Luckily I have Christopher Frizzelle’s e-mail address memorized. DAVID NIXON
Again, sorry about the accidental omission, David. The only person more upset about it, I expect, is Ken Hutcherson himself.